There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again. I can't explain you will not understand. This is not how I am.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3596 | 2017-06-17 12:11:47 | 74.12 | 96% |
| 2130 | 2016-10-30 09:50:50 | 72.93 | 95% |
| 1808 | 2016-10-07 08:47:54 | 67.72 | 93% |
| 1571 | 2016-08-27 15:53:49 | 60.71 | 92% |